while i walk upon the earth in the heat of the night
i stop by the rivers that flows to the north
while i lay on the ground looking up into the sky
with of hopes and dreamz of the future to come
some day that lady show of love
with a love so pure as you wake in bed
In the mornings too come you wonder
why there be of a red rose by your head
with the comfort of the tears that falls from the clouds above
cause in a real world there is no brake of that one real love
never leaves and is by your side

CAUSE ONE DAY YOU WILL THINK OF THIS GUY

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